Da Sinclair Invincible Novels & Stories

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

Sienna’s eyes were cold, and there was no joy or anger in her expression. Clara resisted the urge to make a move on Sienna, and she revealed a sweet and dazzling smile as she deliberately said, “Sienna, I forgot to tell you that the director of Ninja Survival has signed several more recording sessions with Universal Atrium, and it is said that the big boss of Universal Atrium will also be invited to participate in the variety program.”

What are they going to do to me? Nelson smirked and disappeared into the closet for a moment before returning with a pair of sturdy black cuffs. Jameson grinned devilishly as he took them from his brother. Oh hell… I think I'm fucked.

MARCUS "Vance!" Julius Sterling walks toward me, arms wide open as I make my way into his casino. The place is buzzing with guests, some at the pool table placing bets, some drinking, some watching the woman by the corner dance. Everywhere is high on energy and colors. "Sterling." I put out my hand for a shake and he takes it hard, shaking me aggressively. "If you are here to whoop my ass, I want to let you know I have been training for a while." He laughs, referring to the last bet we made at the table. Won a quick ten million that night.

I studied them all, seeing their heads held high, but eyes full of worry and doubt. The Highland White Sharks were the roughest football team in the tristate area. They were known to play dirty, sometimes going as far as to break bones, and have rarely lost a game. Last year, I had almost gotten burned by their Captain, Jack Farland, when he charged at me and took out my shoulder. Luckily it only got bruised, but I was out for most of the game because it was my throwing arm. Anyway, they were tough, and all the guys knew that, and most of them didn't want to go against them so early in the season.

“All the biggest luxury brands will be there.” “That’s the event Sinclair usually attends,” Lorenzo said as he read the invitation carefully. “If he decides to show up. He doesn’t always.” "Who's Sinclair?" Sophia asked. Her brothers exchanged glances. “You don’t know Theo Sinclair?” Ethan asked, surprised. “Am I supposed to?” “He owns Sinclair Luxury Group,” Alexander explained. “It’s one of the biggest luxury companies in the world. He owns fashion brands, watch companies, and even a luxury car company. He’s thirty-two and worth about twelve billion dollars.”

"Don't dare come near my people again" Damont got on the elevator wondering how he was going to get information on Vinca. He needed to do something before she appeared again. He wasn't suited for jail and there was no way he was going to do time.

The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall. The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING SHAKES ASTER LANE, PROMINENT BUSINESSMAN DAMON SINCLAIR INVOLVED. The reporter’s voice was detached, the way people sounded when they were discussing tragedies that had nothing to do with them.

I looked dejected and distraught. My eyes were swollen and bloodshot and my face soaked from the tears I didn't know I’d shed throughout the night. Tears filled my eyes again, as I moved my toothbrush slowly across my teeth. What plans did Lucas have against Alexander? Did he plan to kill him? Lucas was capable of anything, but I was sure I wasn't going to be part of whatever plans he had against Alexander. Lamborghini Aventador. I had almost forgotten about Olivia's request. How would I pull this off?

Dad shouts, his eyes red with fury. I have never seen my level headed dad so furious and resentful. And most importantly, the handsome demon's biography terrifies me. He's that Leonardo Cassano? And he didn't kill me when I slapped him in the morning? Did dad make a mistake? Impossible! Dad is a retired member of the secret service, the information must be correct. Besides, who else but the deadly Leonardo Cassano can afford such luxurious dowry worth billions of dollars? He sighs at that moment, drawing my attention.